Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.